It's like having 8 emails in your inbox that you just won't delete.
It's like Vietnam, all over again.
It's like a half-eaten fig newton.
It's like sitting in a car which is in a garage, with the engine running, and fighting over which radio station to listen to.
It's like a moth.
It's like the Roman Empire invading surrounding cities, raping the villagers.
It's like pizza.
It's like a cultural collapse.
It's like history repeating. Repeating. Repeating. Repeating.
It's like talking til you're blue in the face, and still having it fall on deaf ears.
It's like blogging.
It's like rigging the game in your favor.
It's like...something, that I forget.
It's like a metaphor, or something.
It's like monkeys. Just like monkeys.
It's almost like someone knows.
It's like humans and ants.
It's like a movie.
It's like a tv show.
It's like nothing before it.
It's like everything before it.
It's a lot, it's a lot, it's a lot, it's a lot...like life.
What is it like?
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It's just like monkeys? Then it it's so where I am!
It really, truly is.
All I can think of when I read this is, "It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife."
Sorry!
Ahhh, sorry. I left the answer in my other pocket.
~CosmicAvatar
I had the same thought as Jess.
How ironic!
It's like, totally awesome!
I'm actually getting a different vibe from the others on this one...
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